Quotes on Other Half

We educate one another; and we cannot do this if half of us consider the other half not good enough to talk to.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.

It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.

This applies to many film jobs, not just editing: half the job is doing the job, and the other half is finding ways to get along with people and tuning yourself in to the delicacy of the situation.

Mankind are very odd creatures:_x000D_ one half censure what they practice,_x000D_ the other half practice what they censure;_x000D_ the rest always say and do as they ought.

Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half.

Half the people in Hollywood are dying to be discovered and the other half are afraid they will be.

Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, with which all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite... Try him with half of a Universe, of an Omnipotence, he sets to quarreling with the proprietor of the other half, and declares himself the most maltreated of men. Always there is a black spot in our sunshine: It is even, as I said, the Shadow of Ourselves.

Half our standards come from our first masters, and the other half from our first loves.

And I honor the man who is willing to sink half his present repute for the freedom to think, and, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t' other half for the freedom to speak.

We have to free half of the human race, the women, so that they can help free the other half.

...the other half of rising—the very half that makes rising necessary—is having been nailed to the cross.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

Human kind is made up of two sexes, women and men. Is it possible that a mass is improved by the improvement of only one part and the other part is ignored? Is it possible that if half of a mass is tied to earth with chains and the other half can soar into skies?

Life knows us not and we do not know life—-we don’t know even our own thoughts. Half the words we use have no meaning whatever and of the other half each man understands each word after the fashion of his own folly and conceit. Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of tomorrow

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half

Night is the other half of life, and the better half.